QUOTE (Doc Chase @ Feb 9 2011, 03:23 PM)

Once upon a midnight dreary, runners argued, weak and weary,
O'er a very thick and bogglingly locked reinforced steel door,
While they bickered, nearly snapping, suddenly there came a flapping,
As if someone most gently landing, landing on the field before.
"'Tis CorpSec," the Rigger muttered, "landing on the field before--
Loose it all, and nothing more."
Runners readied weapons varied, lasers, rifles, guns named Barry,
Munitions only known of in the annals of forgotten lore,
As their rotodrone was tracking, triggers were squeezed close to cracking,
They saw it was their man Raven, returning from the general store.
He extended a tube that could destroy the reinforced steel door--
Quoth the Raven, "Bangalore."
QUOTE (Doc Chase @ Feb 9 2011, 03:40 PM)

The company's being audited today, so writing this poem, titled '600 Seconds', is probably not the best way to spend my time.
To the door the bomb was sticking, quickly was the timer ticking,
The runners bolted away from the lonely reinforced steel door,
Hacker scrambled, quickly thinking, corporate response times were sinking,
Quelching alarms regarding the exploding reinforced steel door,
A gaping hole was all that remained of the reinforced steel door,
Quoth the Raven, "Bangalore."
QUOTE (Doc Chase @ Feb 9 2011, 03:56 PM)

I'll have to edit it a bit more, but as a rough draft I'm liking this.
Once beyond, the whole team entered, weapons ready, Adept-Centered,
Closer to the file room that held their payday of nuyen galore,
No more eating soups of lentil, save that angry elemental,
A being of smoke and flame that Gator Shaman could not ignore,
"Distract it," said Gator, "And I shall banish it for evermore,"
Asked the Raven, "Bangalore?"
Is this a parody of what I think it is?
I gotta say Doc, we better find you a girl, you have TOO MUCH free time